So Good (feat. Jay Lonzo)

Yeah TR3 what up? Brooklyn in here Lonzo Look Okay first of all, blessings I see it for myself you know BB for my baby cause she glow below the belt you know I think the doubt is like a special ingredient I done burned sage and greeted every room that you see me in True Bless the deadly and the ones up top for showing it The role don't really change me I just show that I can grow in it Trust Me and who really started sounding like me and you I'd rather lose you though than lose respect for being true Blue white and red max 90s feeling independent as the women I find interesting Or got intimate Know the differences But still going up for Juneteenth This firework but only raise the temperature when fools speak My newest piece is like a diamond in scrubs Mess with her or what she loves and get a pile of the blood Tryna treat me like a sub but ain't know that we stubborn The people's champ I gotta speak to show the city we love 'em Aint gotta Rollie or a Royce, my 5'9 is sufficient I'm bout 5'9 leaker yall, show you I'm different I'm dissing anyone who listens to the rumors they make Lotta smoke with my amigos she got roommates to shake I'm great Matter fact I've never been as good as me now In my field the goal is really different when you three down In my bed the after really different when you rebound In my life, the business is handled I can sleep sound I can't complain and say I ain't positioned for my mission But day to day I blaze away attempts can't pay attention Y'all faking plays I'm taking names and finding strength through mischief This adolescence got a grip on my mental Junior year shit was simple Bowl hits out the window Pawning off my Nintendo Incidentals on a regular Secular every second My secondaries were simpler Sympathize with society's woes Me and my bros I suppose Queens is where the dough lives Longevity and stability where the road splits Blind my eyes, do a 360 then lose focus Travel the journey hopeless Traits from the predecessors the culprit Bastard of a pastor should've left me in that pulpit Labeled as the future successor I call it bullshit Mad insecurities as burdens from prior days Hit me on the celly lately I can't find the time a day The premonition envisioned was hymen's over rhyming My future wasn't meant for that alignment Battle Goliath mentally Empathize with enemies Internal battle scars the way that they remember me In other words I came out to damage em Manage em Had em freezing stupid on some mute shit Guess they tryna be a mannequin Time to get that math up Schooling niggas on the way compensation post-graduation I swear it adds up Queens